The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera stopped dodging and raised her clenched fist, her knuckles turning white. She gave Wesley a cold smile and said, "Bring it on!"

The Olteran family members were all stunned, watching Vera fight.

At first, her family was worried, but soon everyone in the yard was mesmerized.

Wesley was a mess; he couldn't fight to save his life. He was just flailing around like an angry fool.

Vera bent backward, leaped, and flipped over seamlessly.

If Shawn wasn't holding Theodore, he would've clapped for Vera.

Theodore was dumbfounded, his sparkling eyes glued to Vera as she threw punches. He was beyond excited.

Wesley felt humiliated, unable to even beat a woman. Enraged, he charged at Vera like a mad dog.

"It's been ten minutes," Randall said.

Vera puffed out her cheeks and blew a strand of hair from her forehead. Just as Wesley charged at her, she leaped into the air and delivered a powerful sidekick. No one dared to blink as they watched Vera land perfectly, her skirt gently falling, while Wesley collapsed simultaneously.

Once again, Vera amazed her entire family with her fighting techniques!

Cindy suddenly understood Randall's previous advice. "Mom, in our family, you can mess with anyone but Vera. Her appearance is really just a disguise."

Cindy felt a wave of fear. It was fortunate that she and Vera were getting along well now.

Shawn silently took a step back. What kind of daughter-in-law had he chosen? He used to think her fights were just because someone had pushed her too far and she had some basic training. Now it seemed this wasn't just 'basic training'; this was professional!

If Vera ever got upset at home, no one in the family would be a match for her.

The so-called protection from bodyguards made them wonder if they were protecting Vera or the people Vera might beat to death.

The maids secretly watching realized that in the future, it was better to offend Patrick than Vera.

Aurelia was so shocked she didn't dare blink. "Didn't Mr. Patrick Olteran say Mrs. Olteran was his little kitten. Is that true?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

A kitten? No, not at all!

Theodore was so excited and thrilled that he even called out, "Mama!"

Vera heard the only childish voice in the courtyard and was stunned. She turned her head, shocked, and looked at Theodore. "Theodore, what did you just call me?" Did Vera just hear Theodore call her "Mama"?

Theodore, excited, wanted to go to Vera.

Seeing Wesley trying to get up, Vera realized that fighting could make Theodore call her "Mama."

So, as Wesley got up, Vera struck him down again.

"Mama!" Theodore shouted excitedly.

Theodore's repeated calls left everyone stunned again.

Was Theodore so anxious that he would call for his mom?

Vera stretched her neck. There was no way to stop this fight now. Just hearing Theodore call her "Mama" meant she couldn't stop. "Theodore, wait for me to get back at him for you." "Mama!" Theodore was so anxious he was about to cry, wanting to throw a few punches himself.

The Olteran family was buzzing with excitement, but meanwhile, the vibe in the overseas hotel suite was downright suffocating.

The only ones feeling miserable both at home and abroad were Cole and Wesley.

Patrick stood up, walked behind Cole, and casually placed his hands on Cole's shoulders. "Kidnapping my son and teaming up with Jeffrey, huh? How dare you!"

Cole gritted his teeth. "Your son was kidnapped. What proof do you have that it was me?"

Patrick picked up a fork from the table and pressed it against Cole's neck. Holding the fork with both hands, his voice, cold as ice, came from behind Cole. "I don't care if there's proof. I can do whatever I want." With that, Patrick exerted force with both hands. His strength was not to be underestimated. Patrick squeezed until Cole's face turned red, unsure if it was from fear or lack of breath.

Patrick let out a disdainful laugh and lightly patted the tense Cole on the shoulder. "Just kidding."

Cole's heart skipped a beat, and his pulse quickened.

"Since we're old rivals, I'll give you two choices out of respect for the past. A quick death or a life of suffering, pick one." Patrick sat back in his seat, looking at the fidgeting Cole from a distance. Patrick didn't want to be so ruthless, but they had targeted Theodore.

Parents would do anything for their kids. This was another realization he had as a father.

Back at the Olteran Manor, Theodore cried. His wails filled the yard, and no one could console him except Vera.

Even Shawn called out to Vera, "Vera, let's take a break. I can't calm your son down."

Vera finally stopped and went back to being a gentle mom. "Baby, I'm here. Don't cry."

Slightly out of breath, she jogged over. Theodore saw her and immediately pouted, burrowing into Vera's arms. Holding Theodore, Vera wiped his tears. "Theodore, call me 'Mama' a couple more times. I want to hear it."

The upset Theodore refused to call her.

"If you call me 'Mama,' I'll show you my fighting skills again," Vera said.

Theodore lay on Vera's shoulder, sobbing, missing his dad.

The bodyguards realized their role was to clean up the mess.

Wesley, beaten by Vera, couldn't get up. The bodyguards stepped forward, tied him up, and began interrogating him.

Vera kept patting Theodore, comforting him not to cry. Sweating at her temples, she walked over to Randall. "How did I do? Did I do well?"

"Five minutes of warm-up, finished in ten minutes, but you fought for another seven minutes to hear Theodore call you 'Mama.' The opponent was weak, no match for you. The outfit was inappropriate, the skirt cumbersome. Overall, your combat skills haven't declined."

"What about the last fight with Jeffrey?" Vera asked.

"In the last fight, you went all out and were evenly matched with Jeffrey. But that day, Patrick played the role you played today," Randall said. Patrick fought Jeffrey without using his full strength, yet Jeffrey had no chance to fight back, suffering multiple injuries in minutes.

Vera nodded. "Next target, the Shadow Syndicate United's black card. My ultimate goal is to defeat Patrick."

"Good luck, maybe in your next life," Randall said.